"General Kenobi. Years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to convey my father's request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack, and I'm afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope."

— Princess Leia Organa

"For over a thousand generations the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic. Before the dark times. Before the Empire."

— Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan: You must learn the ways of the Force if you are to come with me to Alderaan.

Tagge: The Rebellion will continue to gain their support in the Imperial Senate as long as -

Governor Wilhuff Tarkin:(strides into the conference room with Vader at his heels) The Imperial Senate will no longer be of any concern to us. I have just received word that the Emperor has dissolved the council permanently. The last remnants of the Old Republic have been swept away.

Tagge: But that's impossible! How will the Emperor maintain control without the bureaucracy?

Tarkin: The regional governors now have direct control over their territories. Fear will keep the local systems in line, fear of this battle station.

Tagge: And what of the Rebellion? If the Rebels have obtained a complete technical read-out of this station it is possible, however unlikely, that they might find a weakness. And exploit it.

Darth Vader: The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.

Motti: Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in the universe! I suggest we use it.

Vader: Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force.

Motti: Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the Rebel's hidden fort —

Vader:(raises his hand, a great wooshing sound is heard and Motti clutches his collar as an inexorable invisible pressure begins to constrict his windpipe) ... I find your lack of faith disturbing.

Tarkin: Enough of this! Vader, release him!

Vader:(mildly) As you wish.

(as ordered, Vader releases his stranglehold on Motti, who slumps over the conference table in relief, swallowing dryly)

Han Solo:(stepping back to sit in a cubicle) Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba I've got his money.

Greedo: It's too late. You should have paid him when you had the chance. Jabba's put a price on your head so large, every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be looking for you. I'm lucky I found you first.

Han: Yeah, but this time I've got the money.

Greedo: If you give it to me, I might forget I found you.

Han:(stealthily, unclasps his hip-holster, hidden under the table) I don't have it with me. Tell Jabba...

Greedo: Jabba's through with you. He has no use for smugglers who drop their shipments at the first sign of an Imperial Cruiser.

Han: Even I get boarded sometimes. (withdrawing his DL-44 blaster from its holster under the table) Do you think I had a choice?

Greedo: You can tell that to Jabba. At best, he may only take your ship.

Han: ... Over my dead body.

Greedo: That's the idea. I've been looking forward to this for a long time.

Leia:(politely scathing) You needn't worry about your reward. If money is all that you love then that's what you'll receive. (leaves the co-pilot's chair and nearly flattens an emerging Luke in her anger) Your friend is quite the mercenary. I wonder if he really cares about anything, or anybody.

Luke Skywalker:(lamely after Leia as she exits the cock-pit) I care... (occupies Leia's recently vacated seat) Ah... So. (with puppy-love admiration) What do you think of her, huh?

Han:(now feeling slightly rotten) Trying not to, kid.

Luke:(nods, pleased) Good.

Han:(cottons on to Luke's infatuation, the older man aims for a bit of fun) Still... She's got a lot of spirit. I don't know, what do you think? You think a princess and a guy like me - ?

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